I haven’t done a cleave poem for a long time and thought I was due for a bit of self-inflicted punishment. I’m adding it to the dverse open link night because these poems are so hard to write, and I’m pleased with the way this one turned out.
If you don’t know what a cleave poem is, it’s a three in one poem. Each side is a separate poem to be read vertically, one side dark, the other light, opposites. But they can be read horizontally as a single poem too.
Loud the city silence sings the moon
Breaking glassy fragments in a sea of darkness
All about the brittle stars blink and listen
I stop my ears to the swell tide’s refrain.
Though scraps of anger ride on peaceful calm,
White or red sails full of dawning
Grow round and full like moons on water
Fruiting in the heat lily blossoms, reflections
Of a summer night in a still forest pool.
The Daily Post prompt is: Sidewalk
Step by /step echoes on the flags
Head bent low /rain spits in the wind
So it’s hard to see /how the raised face glistens!
The outstretched hand /and the soft voice pleading
Harden your heart /for there is hope in a smile
When the rain turns to tears /to give is to care
Walk on by /and the sun comes out.
This is the way/ the bright sky calls,
To dusty death/ at the end of the path.
The tired push and shove/ to the haven of peace,
With no respite/ we follow our longings,
But the dream recedes/ into a blue haze.
Though I can almost touch it/ this magic we longed for,
Its glitter is veiled/ this place we constructed,
By the unyielding cares/ of our heart and bones,
Of a world full of darkness/ to cradle our ending.
The Daily Post prompt is: understanding.
A cleave poem, because I haven’t written one in a while.
Night sky is black/ shot with light
A sheet pierced with holes/ a million stars
And a light that shines behind/ showing the way
From another world, I long to go/ to a better place than this
Though the weight in between/ so dark and full of pain
Stirs the air thick with mists/ I can barely see
Wings white and strong will bear me/ across the feather-light sky
And a story guide my way/ to where the spirit is free.
The lithe cat springs/ the roof tiles slippery
But the bird has flown/ in the falling rain
Balancing, scrambling/ claws lose their grip
Down from the tree/ cat tumbles, twisting
She pads through the long grass/ as cars flash by
Wary eyes on the traffic / through a veil of rain
Cat glides through the shadows/ just a tawny streak
No more hunting/ so quickly it’s over
She takes the path homeward/ her bright day has ended
Until the stars call/ and she stalks the night.
Another poem for NaPoWriMo’s Earth day prompt
The earth shifts / the year turns
From dark to light/ grey to green, new leaves uncurling
The stars are fading/ palest blossom on a black bough
Night is slipping/ dark times forgotten
Beneath the dawn line/ dappled still with moonlight
Where day is hatching/ in a flurry of birdsong
Ravelling up the past/ spring flags unfurl
Perpetual motion/ eternal cycle.
The NaPoWriMo theme today is couples, things in pairs or halves. Since this theme fits the cleave poetry form, and I love cleave poems, I don’t need a better excuse to post this one.
If you’re not familiar with this form, a cleave poem is in two halves, each of which can be read as a separate, and preferably totally different poem, but read together they form a third poem.
The day is dying/ the dog fox said
Stars palely glittering/ the moon will be dark
The sun has set / time for hunting
In dark corners/ fat mice scurrying
Shadows lengthen / beneath cool branches
The brooding silence breaks/ ghost owl calls
Fear echoing through lonely rooms/ the dog fox answers
A dark voice from ancient times / Come, the night is waiting.